


Breakfast Club 5ever

by VicBaylies



Category: The Breakfast Club (1985)
Genre: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Polyamory, So here we are, and im a sucker for polyamory, basically the breakfast club is my ot5, because i like to normalize lgbt+ characters as much as possible, bender centric, but im including the underage tag just in case, but mostly only hinted at, hurt bender, no explicit sex occurs before the characters are all 18, protective club, q-slur, tw for implied parental abuse, very mild period typical homophobia
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2017-08-13
Updated: 2018-08-01
Packaged: 2018-12-14 19:01:27
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage
Chapters: 6
Words: 4,586
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11789442
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/VicBaylies/pseuds/VicBaylies
Summary: Bender is insecure. All five of the Breakfast Club are hormonal, pining teenagers. There is a lot of tomfoolery and misunderstandings, and eventually they end up in a polyamorous relationship and there's flowers and hearts and everything is safe and loving. That's it that's the whole idea.Mostly Bender-centric, with him being a slightly oblivious dork and the others slowly entering into a relationship and trying to figure out how to make it obvious they want him involved as well.





	1. French Fries 5ever

They don't talk for about a week at first, and if it wasn't for the diamond earring he fiddled with whenever his fingers got twitchy in class he might have written the whole thing off as a convincing dream or drug trip. 

Slowly, they start shifting in their social circles, toeing the lines drawn by judgmental highschool egos. 

Allison sits with him at lunch without warning, chewing on her lip and not making eye contact. He stares for a few minutes before nudging his tray towards her. 

“Wanna fry?” he mutters through a full mouth. She nods aggressively (he notices the way her bangs fall and spasm against her forehead, she isn't wearing Claire's headband) and shoves three in her mouth at once. That weekend she and a few of her goth friends meet up with Bender and his dealer and they all roll blunts and talk about music behind a vacant gas station near his house. Allison brings a McDonald's bag with three orders of french fries and shoves it at him unceremoniously. 

“You sure know the way to a stoner's heart.” He mumbles after peering into the greasy paper bag with bloodshot eyes. She stares at him, biting at her fingertips, while he stuffs his mouth and her friends exchange crumpled bills for green tufts in zip-lock bags.

The next week they're hunched against some lockers griping about essays they didn't do when they spot Andy and Brian walking together down the hallway. 

“Shouldn't you be tryin' to stuff the brainiac in a locker or some shit? Duct taping his asscheeks or whatever you jock types get off on these days?” Bender jabs, but there's no malice behind it. He's genuinely curious about seeing the two together.

He doesn't miss the way Brian's face goes red while he sputters out something about tutoring Andy in math, or the way Andy chuckles easily and gets a fond look in his eyes while Brian tries to form complete sentences.

“C'mon, man.” He shoves Brian lightly on the shoulder. “We're gonna be late.” His eyes flicker between Bender and Allison and something in his smirk makes them both nervous. “See you guys around, huh?” 

“The fuck was that about.” Bender says once they've disappeared in the crowd of student bodies.

Allison shrugs, but he can tell by the way she's breathing heavily and tugging at her hair she's just as curious as he is.

–

He corners Brian a few days later, cigarette dangling between his lips and one arm boxing him in against the brick exterior of the gym. “So.” He says, and Brian's face scrunches up at the smoke the short word pushes into his face. 

“Andy and Claire not working out, huh?” He plucks the cigarette from his lips, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

“I-- I don't know what you're talking about.” Brain looks one tacky Halloween decoration away from a heart attack, eyes flickering anywhere but Bender, shoulders tense and arms drawn up against his torso defensively. 

Bender cocks an eyebrow. “So that's what's up, huh? That's why you never got with a girl before.”

Brian's mouth gapes like a fish and he really does look like he's about to have a panic attack, breath coming short and fast.

Bender sighs and pulls back. Fuck. If it were three weeks ago-- maybe even two or, hell, a few days-- he would've had fun tormenting the poor guy. Now something about it borders on sickening, something he almost pegs as guilt or sympathy or even protectiveness. “Look.” He drops the cigarette and stomps it out. “I don't care if you're fuckin' queer or whatever, 'kay? I'm not that kind of asshole. I'm not gonna kick your ass so stop looking like you're about to wet your pants.”

He's relieved when he sees Brian's shoulders become a bit less tense and his breathing become more regular. His hands are still clutching the front of his ugly moss-colored sweater, and his eyes are darting between Bender and the ground. “Sorry-- I didn't mean to-- some, some people aren't-- they wouldn't be ok with-- and I don't know if I, if I would call myself that, we were just, I really was trying to tutor him and things just got-- I don't know what I am.”

The final statement came out as a quiet, pitiful little thing. Bender throws his head back and groans.

“Look.” He rubs at the bridge of his nose and Brain can't help but smile slightly, the gesture is so reminiscent of the reactions exasperated teachers often directed at Bender. “That's-- I don't fucking know. But, look, Allison--” suddenly he looks serious, maybe even worried. “Allison is really cool, you know? We've been hanging out. And she likes Andy a lot, and you know she's all-- like-- sensitive. Or whatever. Whatever's going on with you and Andy, you better be honest with her about it.” He frowns. “If I find out Andy is double-timing her or some shit I will kick your ass, both of yours.”

Brian leans back against the wall, folding his arms and nodding slowly. “I wouldn't-- I wouldn't do that.” He says quietly. “I mean, I'd kick my own ass if I hurt either one of them like that--” Bender snorted. “--but. Like.” His eyes crept up to Bender's face, scrutinizing him suspiciously. “Does Claire know, uh, how close you are to Allison? Because that isn't really honest either, is it?”

Bender balked, mouth dropping open. “The fuck man? I'm not-- not with-- I said hanging out, Christ! What you don't think I can hang out with a girl without trying to get in her fuckin' skirt?”

“Well--”

“Shut up, don't answer that.” He ran a hand through his hair, regretting throwing out the cigarette now. “It's not like-- she's cute, or whatever, ok? And she's cool. I like her. But it's not like that. And even if it were, Claire and I...” He leaned against the wall as well, head tilted back towards the cloudy sky. “We haven't talked since that first time, ok?” His hand reached up for the earring. He tugged it lightly. “She doesn't give a shit about me, about what I do.” He mutters, trying to sound flippant but utterly failing. 

He almost jumped when Brian put a hand on his shoulder gently. “I gotta.. I gotta get to class. But. Thanks, for looking out for Allison. And not kicking my ass.”

“Uh, sure. Whatever.”

“And-- I know I'm not her, I can't speak for her, but, I do think Claire gives a shit, you know? I think she just has trouble showing it.” He starts walking and gets a few yards before turning around and shouting “Just like you!” Before sprinting towards the school entrance.

Bender grinned. “You little shit I could break you in half!” He hollered, laughing when Brian stumbled and nearly fell on his ass. He could tell when the scrawny teen glanced back that he was laughing, too.


	2. complementary

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> This chapter is very fluffy but also very awkward enjoy.  
> (also there is some verb tense shifting because I'm sloppy, I'll fix it eventually tho probably sorry)

Claire reminds Bender of a stray cat he tried to befriend when he was a kid. Fluttering around, just out of reach but not out of view, pretending to ignore him and getting curious when he pretended to ignore her. He was afraid to walk towards her, or make any sudden moves, at the risk of her running off and disappearing entirely. 

He hates that he still thinks about her. Or that fucking cat. It was cute and soft and he wanted to keep it, tried to leave lunch meat out a few times to make it come back, but it never stuck around and his dad hated cats anyway--

“Hey.”

He just about fell off the picknick table he'd been laying on, scrambling backwards and clutching his chest. “Fuck! Warn a guy next time why fucking don't you!” She snickered at his flaring nostrils and flustered expression.

It was almost a month since they had detention together, not that he had been counting. Not that she had been counting. 

“Is that--” he frowned and his brows knit. “is that Allison's cardigan?” It was dark gray, frayed at the sleeves from picking and chewing, several sizes too large. He would've known it wasn't Claire's regardless, but he'd seen Allison wear it a few times.

Claire went from amused to flustered herself in just under a second. 

“We had a-- a sleepover. She left it at my house so I-- I borrowed it.”

“A sleepover.” Bender deadpanned. 

She crossed her arms defensively. “Yeah, well, we did, and-- cut that out!”

“What?” Bender was making a squinty-eyed expression like he couldn't quite process the information being fed to him but was suspicious anyways.

“Making that face!” Claire huffed, looking exasperated. “The face where you look like-- I don't know, just cut it out!”

Something hit him hard, then-- Allison wearing Claire's headband during detention weeks back, doing herself up to look a bit preppy, wanting Andy to like her and knowing Claire was the kind of girl he usually spent time with. And now Claire showing up in this ratty dark cardigan, after talking to Allison and Brian and knowing Bender thought Allison was cute and cool and--

Bender hopped down from the table, head cocked curiously and gut filled with uncomfortable anticipation. “So, uh, princess.” His hand reached up and fiddled with the earring, and he was suddenly scared shitless she was only here to ask for it back. “Don't tell me you're self conscious about me judging your fashion, huh?” He reached out to tug at the hem of the ratty old cardigan with his other hand, tentatively pulling her closer. 

Her brows were knit in a way that suggested distaste but her eyes were wide and vulnerable. They flickered between his face and the earring and her expression softened a bit. “You're still wearing it.” She said softly, glancing at the ground.

Bender realized, for the first time, she hadn't put in a new set of earrings to replace the old one. There's an empty space, leaving them matching. Complementary. 

“It looks nice on you.” He forces out, instantly grimacing at how awkward and abrupt he sounded. Christ, what the fuck had gotten into him recently? “The cardigan, I mean. I, uh, I mean you make. Like. Whatever you wear looks good or whatever. But it. Uh. It's-- fuck, man, you wanna. You wanna go out sometime? Or whatever.”

Now he legitimately felt like he was going to throw up. Fuck this. Fuck Claire, fuck Allison, fuck Brian and Andy and whatever weird bullshit change they'd all caused in him that left him feeling like a heartbroken ten year old crying because some stray cat ran away every time he tried to be nice to it--

“Awuh-- you, you want to-- yeah. Yeah I'd. Um. Yeah. I mean I can't-- you know, my parents, so it couldn't be like... official.” Bender's eyebrows shot up past his messy hairline at her uncharacteristic stumbling over words. “Not that I wouldn't want it to be, or that I would be embarrassed or-- shit.” His lip quirked up. He liked when she got wound up enough to curse, it was.. Endearing, in a way. “It's like, it would have to be kept quiet or I wouldn't be able to at all. Do you understand?” 

Bender was about to make a snide remark but her expression was so... Imploring, seeking understanding she knew was fragile and hard won between the two of them. However different, they were alike in their deep-rooted instincts to be emotionally guarded, to deflect or bite back rather than open up and risk hurt.

“I get it, princess.” He said with a sad smile. 

They shared a rare quiet moment, in the chilly courtyard.

“Maybe, tomorrow right after school? For a movie or something?” Claire ventured.

"I-- yeah. That, that sounds. Good."

She grinned and started off towards the parking lot. After a few yards she turned, still smiling, and shouted back, "By the way, that looks nice on you, too." She gestured to her ear, the one currently remaining vacant. 

Bender slumped back against the table, fiddling with the stud, grinning back wider than he had in a long time.


	3. The one with the unproductive cafeteria study session

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Brian and Bender have a study session where no actual studying gets done. Dicks are drawn in a textbook, Bender mentions his upcoming date with Claire, porn is briefly discussed, and Brian is Bad At Words.

“I hate this.”

 

“So then you take the square root of-- Bender, knock it off!”

 

He groaned and threw his pencil-- previously being used to draw cartoonish dicks on his math textbook-- at the off-white cafeteria ceiling tiles, where it stuck point-up and stayed. With an irate huff Brian began furiously erasing them with the butt of his own pencil. “Why did you even ask me to help you with this, if you don't care?”

 

Class didn't start for another half-hour. Why the fuck _was_ he here, working through shit he didn't care about with a dweeby and annoyingly tall nerd.

 

Because he wanted to get out of his house, he told himself.

 

Because Brian was kind of cute when he got exasperated, he didn't want to admit to himself.

 

Because he was curious about how Brian and Andy's tutoring sessions went, he _definitely_ didn't want to admit to himself.

 

“What, you not enjoying my company?” He gave an exaggerated kicked-puppy face, which made Brian chuckle at least.

 

“No, I-- I do enjoy your company.” It was meant lightly but came off just a little bit too sincere. He gave a forced cough, face turning an unflattering pink, and returned to de-defacing the textbook.

 

“So I'm goin' out with Claire later today.” Bender said, almost offhandedly. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he felt like talking about it with someone, and Brian was one of the few people who would both understand and keep quiet about it.

 

His head jerked up, looking genuinely surprised, and he pressed just a little too hard on his pencil-- snagging and tearing the page. “Oh fuck!” He yelped, dropping the pencil and putting his face in his hands.

 

Bender nearly fell from his chair laughing, feeling both endeared and a little bad when Brian's face poked up from behind his hands, smiling uneasily and looking legitimately upset. “What, is it like, against nerd law to fuck up a textbook?” He asked, picking at the hole.

 

“But it's _your_ textbook.” Brian pointed out, looking at it sadly. “You'll get-- you could get in trouble or get charged a fine or--”

 

Bender snorted. “I was drawing dicks in it like five seconds ago. Here, look--” He stripped out the page completely, getting a small distressed noise from Brian, and quickly folded it into progressively smaller squares before tucking it into a jacket pocket. “There. I'll use it as rolling paper to smoke a blunt while skipping math class anyway, you get a clean conscience.” He slapped him on the arm amicably.

 

Brian nodded and they fell quiet for a few moments. “So you said you're going out with Claire?” He broached.

 

Bender hummed and nodded. “I guess. She wants to keep it quiet but I'm assuming you're in the gets-to-know demographic.”

 

“Huh.” Brian rested his chin on his hand. “Do Allison and Andy know?”

 

Bender shrugged. “Claire might've told them. I haven't seen either of them since I asked her. Did you know she and Allison have like. Sleepovers.”

 

Brian frowned. “That's like, a thing girls do. Really? I thought it was just in like--” He blushed, even darker than before. “-- _movies._ In movies.”

 

Bender chuckled. “You think my delicate, virginal ears can't stand to hear the word 'porn', you fuckin' dork?” He teased. Brian's mouth twitched upward. He opened his mouth to speak when the bell for first period interrupted, and he looked a little crestfallen.

 

“I-- I gotta go,” he said, gathering his things. “But this was. I liked this. I-- uhm-- I like hanging out with you, I mean, if you want to-- or if you need to uh, study or--”

 

“Christ you suck at words. Yeah, nerd, we can hang out again. I'll come over and scare the shit out of your parents this weekend or something, alright?”

 

Brian straight up beamed. “Ok. Yeah I-- we can. Uh. We can-- we can do that, um, I'll--” he patted himself for a piece of paper and Bender helpfully supplied the torn page from his pocket. Brian hastily scribbled down his phone number. “Good-- good luck on-- I mean I hope you and Claire have fun later.” He smiled.

 

Bender nodded, tucking the paper back into his jacket. “Yeah yeah. Go jerk off to math formulas or whatever you do when I'm not around.” Brian scrambled out the door, too focused on not being late to get a comeback in.

 

Bender started gathering his own shit, still debating if he would show up to his first class. His mind went back to the comment Brian had made, and the implications. Briefly his mind wandered to Claire and Allison, over at one of their houses late at night, and explicit movies _he'd_ watched where porn stars pretending to be teenagers 'practiced' kissing or got into half-naked pillow fights. Christ. He lazily headed to his first class. If he didn't go, he realized, he'd probably end up jerking off in the bathroom thinking about a close friend and his (maybe?) girlfriend. And that was just a little too weird to deal with right now.

 

 


	4. Date Night

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> TBH I'm worried about this being way more OOC than the other chapters, which is part of why it took so long. Basically, Claire and Bender have a date. It's awkward. They talk about the others and I promise the next chapter will be happier.

It was a movie and some fast food at the strip mall near school. No big deal. So why was he so antsy about it. Why did it feel weird for her to pay, when they both knew it made more sense-- it wasn't like she was strapped for cash. 

The movie was Fright Night. Claire shrieked and cackled throughout, and he grinned just having her clinging to his side-- in the dark-- expressions unschooled or reserved. He couldn't help beaming at her in the light of the projection, the way it outlined her features and slightly parted lips during a tense scene, feeling both high and a sinking sensation in the moment. He turned back to the film and half-consciously sunk against her, laying his head against her shoulder with a comfortable sigh. She probably looked surprised. He didn't turn to check. But her hair smelled nice and she didn't push him away or anything.

After, they sat down in a burger joint nearby-- in the corner, silently hoping no-one from either of their usual social circles saw them.

“Ya know Brian's been tutoring Andy?” Bender said with a half-mouthful.

Claire waited until she'd swallowed to answer. “Yeah, I think he mentioned it. Something about him needing to keep his grades up so he could stay on the team.”

“So you talked to Andy about it, huh?” 

Something a bit strange passed over her face, and she glanced down at her food. He frowned. “I. Didn't ask him. Brian came to-- to talk to me about it.”

Bender stared at her, trying to make sense of what she was saying and why she suddenly seemed so flighty, glancing around nervously to take stock of who was within ear shot. The place was mostly empty, just some family of four in a booth a ways off. “Look I-- it isn't my place to bring this up.” She said in a hushed tone. “But he-- Brian said you seemed. Ok. With that sort of thing.”

“The queer stuff?” Bender asked, eyebrows raised, thinking back to their conversation-- what was it, a week ago by now?

She nodded slowly, taking another bite of her burger. He couldn't shake the feeling there was something she was holding back, something only tangentially related to the stuff going on with Brian and Andy. He was frustrated, wanted to tell her to spit it out, but he thought of that stray cat from when he was a kid. He forced himself to settle back and take a drink from his milkshake. If she needed to take her time, fine.

When she did speak it was quiet and shaky, and she didn't quite make eye contact. “There's a lot we need to talk about.” She said softly. “And I want you to know it isn't-- we haven't not talked about it because we don't care. About you. It's because we do.”

“You're literally freaking me out right now Claire.” His frowned. “Is something like, wrong, did something bad happen or—”

“Brian and Andy are like, together. I think.” She interrupted. “I mean.. Not think. I know. They are. Not officially.” Her eyes narrowed to a glare. “You are ok with that sort of thing, right?”

Bender held up his hands defensively. “Christ. Yeah. You guys have no fuckin' faith in me not being a piece of shit, I get it.”

Her gaze softened. “Sorry. You know a lot of people, like, aren't. Especially at school. They. They want to be careful.” Bender nodded. Something quiet and sad descended on their table for a few minutes. “They aren't gay, I don't think. I mean, Brian was telling me about community stuff. Apparently he's done like. Research on it.”

Bender snorted. “Of course he has.” They shared a small laugh, and he was grateful that Brian's nerd-ish tendencies could give levity to the situation.

“He has. Yeah.” She fiddled with her straw. “He says he thinks 'bisexual' fits him best.”

Bender nodded. “And-- you?” He almost immediately regretted blurting it out, but he'd been curious ever since Claire mentioned her 'sleepovers' with Allison. Part of him was scared this was her way of telling him they were together, that she wasn't interested in him.

He panicked when she put her face in her hands, shoulders trembling. 

“Oh fuck, fuck Claire I didn't mean it like--” he circled the booth, kneeling down and hesitantly putting his hand on her shoulder, then sliding next to her in the booth. The family of four was probably staring at them but he didn't give a shit. “Fuck I told you I'm not like. I'm not gonna get violent about that shit or whatever I just-”

She looked up at him, eyes red rimmed and nose leaking. She grimaced at how not-put together she must look and grabbed her napkin to blow her nose. Crying was never as subtle or not-gross as movies made it seem. “I don't know.” She said, almost bitterly. 

“Ok. Ok.” They were both aggressively not making eye contact now. What a fucking awkward way to try to have a conversation. 

“I just like. If you and Allison are a thing. I'm uh, I'm not not into that--” he forced a laugh, but she didn't return it. Just stared into the table. He straightened up a bit. “If you don't want to date me I get it. For whatever reason.” He moved his hand from her shoulder to her neck, cupping it slightly and rubbing his thumb against it. She turned to look at him with those wide doe eyes and his heart broke a little bit. 

Fuck fuck fuck. He was absolutely fucked.

“I don't want to eat anymore.” She muttered. “If you're done, let's go.”


	5. [not a chapter; update]

Sorry for the lack of updates; I've written the next chapter like four times and it just doesn't feel in character to me. I'm re-watching the movie tonight and hoping it'll help me polish some things up, next actual chapter will be posted soon :)


	6. Bleachers

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> After their date, Bender and Claire have a talk.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Sorry this took so long and is relatively short; emotional scenes are a lot harder to keep in character than more casual ones, in my opinion, and I rewrote this one maybe five or six times. I hope it's still mostly true to their characters! The itallics are quotes from the film.  
> Also, there will be more about Vernon later on, because I'm very salty about how shitty towards Bender he was and how screwed up it is for him to threaten Bender with violence particularly considering his abusive home life.
> 
> Next chapter should be quicker, it's a bit more light-hearted and already about half done!

For about fifteen minutes they walked in silence to the football field behind school. Their pace was unhurried and the lack of conversation was oddly comfortable. It was dark out, but with the moon half full and the streetlights and storefronts not too far off, it wasn't difficult to navigate their way.

 

As they got closer to the field and the bleachers bracketing it, Bender thought vaguely about their time in detention-- all five of them-- and a certain anxiety settled in his gut, that this was all the time they had. How Claire felt about him, in the end, probably didn't matter. The same could be said for Brian, Andy, and even Allison. Soon they'd all be graduating. Claire could be anything from a model to a businesswoman, she was pretty and wealthy and clever enough for whatever interested her. Brian was smart enough for whatever he set his mind too, anything from a college professor to some sort of nuclear physicist. Fuck, he could work for NASA if he wanted. Andy could get some sports scholarship, go to a university, settle down with someone like Claire. God, did that thought make him cringe. Even Allison, with her bellow average grades and weird behavior, had enough talent to get into a school for art or something. She could make a stable life for herself.

 

And then.

 

And then there was him.

 

As much as he really, truly hated it, assistant principle Vernon's words had gotten under his skin.

 

He thought of himself, in five years, alone at some bar. Isolated and unsatisfied like Vernon, drunk and violent like his dad. It made his stomach churn in disgust.

 

_My God, are we gonna be like our parents?_

 

_Not me. Not Ever._

 

“You surprised we stayed in touch?” He asked once they'd settled on the lowest level of bleachers, looking over the well trimmed grass and the pale urban horizon and the stars far above it.

 

“Yeah.” She said, staring at her expensive leather shoes. “I am, I guess. Are you?”

 

“Yeah.” He kicked the dirt half heartedly.

 

“Do you regret it?”

 

“Do you?” It was a cheap answer but all he could think of, in the moment.

 

Claire huffed and gave him that squinty-eyed grimace he was familiar with, and he couldn't help but smile and laugh a bit.

 

“Nah.” He muttered. A pause, and he could feel the regret building for what he was about to say. For the vulnerability. It was something he would rather talk about with Allison, to be honest, but somehow with how close they'd gotten--- even though he was now technically on a date with Claire--- that seemed to intimate. “You think I'm a burnout?” He asked abruptly.

 

Claire's brow scrunched together in confusion. She might as well have asked him if he thought she was a snob. It seemed to obvious to deserve an answer, which was what concerned her. “What do you mean?”

 

He shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance. “After we graduate. You think I'll ever. You know. Do anything.”

 

There was a heavy weight in the small space between them for about half a minute, sitting on cold benches made of cheap metal.

 

“I think,” she spoke slowly, face contorted in concentration, like she was choosing her words carefully. Bender couldn't quite decide if he was annoyed or grateful for it. “you... have a lot going against you.” She grabbed his arm, as if he might be offended and storm off. “And you're good at shop, and your grades might be horrible but. I think, I think there's a lot you could do. Honestly.” She looked at him with those big doe eyes that shot him right through the fucking heart every time he saw them. “And I'm-- if you want me to be there, as you're figuring stuff out. I'm here. We-- the whole club. We're here.”

 

Bender leaned forward and kissed her, focused on how nice she smelled and how soft her lips were, on the shitty metal bench and her soft hair when he cradled the back of her head. Focused on whatever he could that was physical and grounding, because otherwise he was terrified he would cry.

 


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